Here is Chapter Two :)
I do most certainly not own Harry Potter...But I may own Draco Malfoy... Just kidding I do not own anything that is copyrighted by J. K. Rowling.
Adrian gazed around with shock and awe marring his features. I knew how he felt, I remembered my first time in the alley. I grabbed his hand to keep him from falling behind and walked up the steps of Gringott's, the wizarding bank. I stopped and let him read the poem that was on the wall.
"Enter, Stranger, but take heed,
Of what awaits the sin of greed.
For those who take, but do not earn,
Must pay most dearly in their turn.
So if you seek beneath our floors,
a treasure that was never yours.
Thief, you have been warned, beware,
Of finding more than treasure there."
I pulled a shuddering Adrian into the bank, he shuddered more at the goblins, and walked up to a goblin I recognized. "Griphook, could we have access to the Potter and Longbottom Vaults please? Unfortunately Adrian doesn't have the key to the Longbottom vault but is it possible to get him one made?"
Griphook stared at me with a shocked expression. "Yes, Ms. Potter. We would need a drop of blood to prove that he is a Longbottom and that he is not restricted from the vaults by the Lord of the House of Longbottom." He pulled a piece of light blue parchment out of a drawer and placed it on the counter. Soon the parchment was joined by an elegant silver knife. "Take the knife and prick your finger. Let a bit of your blood drip to the paper. Don't worry the would will heal when you are done."
Adrian pricked his finger with a wince and let his blood leak onto the parchment. The blood faded into the parchment and it turned gold. The cut on his finger healed and Griphook said, "Everything is in order. He drew a ruin onto the parchment and folded it neatly. He then unfolded it and in the center lay a key. He handed the key to Adrian. "This way please."
We followed Griphook to a cart and climbed inside. I held tightly to the sides and instructed Adrian to do the same. The cart shot off like a rocket down the tracks and Adrian was starting to look sick. I smirked, I had never gotten motion sickness. Soon we were slowing and finally we halted. "The Longbottom Trust." Said Griphook. We have Griphook the key and he opened the vault. Adrian's draw dropped at the piled high gold. Griphook have me a sack and I walked forward and put a large amount of Galleons, Sickles, and Knuts into the sack. Adrian just stared at the money for a second. Eventually I had to drag him out as Griphook was losing patience quickly and I didn't want to be stuck in the heart of Gringott's.
The cart stopped again, I grinned as I saw my vault and let Griphook open it. I paused, " Griphook, do you have some sort of bag or card of some sort so that we don't have to keep returning to our vaults. It is rather inconvenient."
"We can take care of that in the office back up top, Ms. Potter." I nodded and climbed back into the cart. A couple minutes later we were back on the surface, Adrian looking worse for wear and me and Griphook had creepy smiles on our faces. I probably would look scary to a passerby.
We followed Griphook through a series of tunnels that I took care to memorize, not wanting to get lost, even though I had a photographic memory I still always managed to get lost somewhere... We stopped in front of a door and a pair of goblin guards wearing heavy looking armour looked us both up and down cautiously before letting us pass. I took a seat in a surprisingly comfortable leather chair that had a high back and Adrian sat next to me. I looked around the room as Griphook shuffled around papers and dug through drawers.
Behind the desk was a portrait of a goblin wearing a crown, whom I assumed to be a king of sorts, except he didn't look like the normal goblins. He looked human except for the slightly pointed ears and the greedy look that all goblins had lingering in his eyes. He wasn't wrinkly or short like our goblins... And he was kind of cute. I shook my head, here I was in a goblins office thinking about a hot goblin king or something when I should be paying attention to important things. I took another glance at the portrait and felt my cheeks heat up slightly when the goblin guy was looking straight back at me. I hurriedly looked away from the smirking guy when he sent me a wink.
Griphook had a file of papers and a bag on his desk. He was looking back and forth between me and the portrait with a raised eyebrow. Finally his eyes settled on the portrait and he stared into the goblins eyes.
I looked at Adrian, he had his head down and he was fumbling with his cell phone. I rolled my eyes, he was playing some game on it. I sat in the chair fiddling with my shirt hem and looking everywhere but the portrait. The walls were painted a faint lavender color with gold edging. The desk was a beautiful dark wood.
Griphook looked back at me with wonder in his eyes. He sat down in the chair behind the desk heavily. "Here I have the Potter's will and emancipation papers if you wish for them Lady Potter." He said.
My eyes widened, "Lady Potter? What happened to miss?"
"Well... We should do an inheritance test as well..." Was all he said, I looked between him and the smirking portrait suspiciously.
"Fine. Gimme the dang papers." I scooted my chair forward so I was in front of the desk and he set a stack of papers on the desk.
I followed Griphook's orders on all of the papers. Blood here. Sign there. There was one last sheet in front of me. It was a rich purple color. Now I had the Potter family ring adorning my finger, a seat in the Wizengamont, everything belonging to the Potter's, and no tracing charms on my wand. At his gesture I took the knife and slashed across my left palm, I didn't wince at the pain, I had been through far worse in my life at the Dursley residence.
I pressed my palm flat down in the center of the paper and a purplish glow filled the room. I slowly pulled my hand away and stared at the paper in shock.
I walked out of the bank an hour later still completely shocked. I had thought that I was only the head of the Potter family since I was the last member in the line. I had learned a lot. After I had gotten over the shock I found out that I was the head of a lot of families.
Now before I go into it I should explain something. You are probably wondering how I could be a head of family if I wasn't a boy. There are two titles in every family. There's a head of family and there's a head of house. The head of family took care of all of the family members left. They had the power to dissolve marriages, they could disown a member, and they had to be present in adopting a member. The head of house only took care of the people in there home, when they were unable the title was shifted to the head of family. The head of family ruled over their family like a king...or queen in my case. I am currently the head of family to every magic person alive, as well as some muggles. You are probably scoffing at this, thinking of me as a liar. No, I am not lying.
Merlin Ambrosius was the first ever wizard, Morgan Le Fay being the first witch. They both where given mates by Hecate, the goddess of magic. Merlin was the Lord of the Light. Morgan was the Lady of the Dark. I am now the head of family for both of the lines. My dad was a descendant of Merlin through Godric Gryffindor. My mothers family weren't muggles. They were just a long line of squibs descending from none other than Lady Morgan herself. Because the two of them were the first witch and wizard they were the head of all the families. Since I am their only living magic descendant I am now the richest person alive. I had an unlimited source of magic. Once I had tamed down my shock of this I learned that I also was the Lady of every single magic creature as well, since they had been made by the Lord and Lady. I own every damn vault in Gringott's... Hell the world!
I impressed myself greatly by not fainting straight out. Griphook had actually bowed to me. I made him get up of course. I had put all of the rings in a blending bowl used for assembling all of ones head of house rings together and blended my family rings together. The ring was no longer medal. It was pure magic, a constant swirl of colors and shapes.
There was no such thing as a witch or wizard being born with no magic somewhere in their blood. They were all descendants of squibs. I had all of the knowledge of everything that every wizard in existence knew. It wasn't in the front of my mind, but stored in my ring. If I wanted to know something I touched the ring with my magic and I asked it.
When we had learned of my lineage the goblin had rushed me to the inheritance chamber where I felt the worse pain of my life. It was where all of the magic I now had was drawn out of my blood. I had gone through a lot of animal inheritances. I was pretty much a being of no limits. I could be anything and do anything I wanted. And you know what? It sucks.
Review please my darlings! Peace out!
